Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Index,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.